Impel Down, Warden’s office.
“So, some prisoners cannot be touched?”
Behind the spacious desk, Rowen, leaning back in the black-themed Warden’s exclusive chair, crossed his legs and held a cigar as he spoke.
Upon hearing this calm tone, Hannyabal nodded cautiously.
“Yes, Warden. The information inside their heads is crucial. If they become idiots, we won’t get anything out of them.”
“I see. That’s why some people with the same crimes get life imprisonment, while others get the death penalty… A get-out-of-death-free card?” Rowen nodded, acknowledging this explanation.
Hannyabal breathed a sigh of relief, excused himself, and quickly left.
This guy is too dangerous!
That was Hannyabal’s evaluation of Rowen.
If the information hadn’t come from the government, he wouldn’t dare to dampen Rowen’s enthusiasm. Didn’t he know that some prisoners couldn’t be touched? Naturally, he knew.
He just didn’t dare to say it, fearing that Rowen wouldn’t be satisfied with him.
Watching Hannyabal leave, Rowen frowned, picked up the list, and pursed his lips.
“Tch, classified again!”
The list only contained names of prisoners who couldn’t be touched, without mentioning the reasons or allowing Rowen to obtain information during interrogations. The only reason: Classified!
Moreover…
Looking at the long list of names, Rowen could guarantee that not everyone on it had important information that needed to be preserved. Some might be mixed in just because they were connected to higher-ups, trying to escape Rowen’s experiments.
“Well, fortunately, a few people are still a few. It won’t affect the big picture…”
Zi Zi!
A blue electric arc abruptly appeared in the air, igniting the list. Watching it burn into ashes in the orange-yellow firelight, Rowen grinned.
“Besides, surviving can also be a kind of tragedy.”
The door of the Warden’s office opened slowly. Hearing that unpleasant “zhi ya” sound, outside the room, two Jailer Beasts patrolling nearby froze in dumbfounded expressions, and they felt as if if Hell’s Gate had opened.
Snap, tap…
The hard soles of Rowen’s shoes echoed on the stone floor. Despite the blazing red blood pool of Blazing Hell behind him, the two Jailer Beasts felt a chill rising from their hearts.
“Hmm?”
Rowen slightly raised his head, looking at the cow-like Minotaurus staring at him, asking, “Is there something to report?”
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Minotaurus couldn’t speak, only shaking its head like a tambourine.
The intuition of Zoan Ability users is the strongest. In the eyes of Minotaurus and Minokoala, Rowen was like a giant python hunting, licking its cold killing intent around its neck, and they were just two helpless little rabbits.
Moreover, standing in this open corridor, the little rabbits didn’t even have a place to hide.
Seeing that it was about to be scared silly, Rowen smiled, turned around, and left.
To be honest, among the three Devil Fruit types, Rowen was most optimistic about Zoan. After all, it was a manifestation of the energy of life, a power so potent that it could give non-living things the abilities of a Devil Fruit.
And the potential of life is boundless, as seen with Rowen himself.
However, unfortunately, so far, “boundless potential” was only a theoretically existing thing.
Even Kaido had only reached a pseudo-undying state.
And the most deadly thing was that the side effects of Zoan were too great.
The immense vitality and primal instincts brought about by this vitality could easily make Ability users with less steadfast minds lose themselves in their animalistic nature.
A significant change in character was the best-case scenario. As the fruit ability developed, this vitality and animalistic nature would gradually strengthen, reaching a peak after Awakening.
Minotaurus and these Jailer Beasts were once humans. Rowen had asked Hannyabal about this.
But when some of them completely lost themselves during Awakening, while others had their primal instincts activated due to a life-threatening situation, they became like Lirisk, losing their sanity.
In this state, calling them human was too forced; they were better described as slightly more intelligent beasts.
And thinking about the appearance of “Drought” Jack when he was killed, it was clear that this primal nature was unavoidable and complemented Ability users. Regardless of how powerful they became, they couldn’t escape the influence of this animalistic nature. It was the inherent power of Zoan Devil Fruit.
Walking along the circular corridor of Blazing Hell, the prisoners working below noticed him patrolling. They all lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to look directly at him.
In just a month, Rowen had established his authority in Impel Down with his ruthless methods, making the prisoners understand the truth.
Rowen wasn’t cruel to establish dominance; he simply didn’t see them as humans.
A group of ten, where nine had blood on their hands from the innocent, wasn’t killed because they still had value. Any resistance or hostility would bring them the disaster of death.
…
After Rowen arrived in Impel Down, the situation of three small disturbances and five major disturbances every three days was immediately curbed, and the entire Impel Down was unprecedentedly peaceful.
But that’s okay.
Even Hannibal is afraid of Rowen, what can these prisoners with no human rights do?
In the hands of Rowen, death is a luxury.
After inspecting LV.4 Blazing Hell and overseeing the repair progress at LV.5 Freezing Hell, Rowen, amidst the terrified gaze of the prisoners, re-entered LV.6.
“Let’s resolve it thoroughly today!”
Wearing a pair of specially made needle-point gloves, Rowen’s cold gaze scanned the numerous prisoners in LV.6, finally landing on Issho with a subtle smirk.
…
“Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!”
The piercing scream echoed, and this particular pirate, who had attacked the Celestial Dragons, was out of luck. Rowen had entered the later stages of the experiment and wouldn’t kindly administer anesthesia.
Watching the pirate, who was bound to a bench, foaming at the mouth and struggling like a fish on a chopping board, the prisoners couldn’t help but shudder.
After a while, the electric shocks finally ceased. Now, the challenge wasn’t keeping prisoners alive after extensive experiments; it was verifying if they had successfully turned into idiots.
“Throw him in and observe for a few days. No one is allowed to feed him without my orders.”
“Yes!”
The two Jailer assistants, replacing Hannyabal, wiped their cold sweat, dragging the pirate away like a dead dog, rudely tossing him back into the cell, securing him with handcuffs and iron chains.
Rowen stretched his stiff limbs, gazing at the prisoners with various expressions. He chuckled.
“Do you guys think this is the end? Scum!”
“There’s still a gift in preparation.”
Gulp…!!
The prisoners struggled to swallow saliva, afraid to lift their heads.
“Becoming an idiot is just insurance. Your living conditions are too comfortable. Some eat well, some dress well, and you don’t even have to endure wicked weather. I’ll soon address the issue of LV.6 being too suitable for survival.”
Demon… Devil!
The prisoners gasped in shock.
“What do you want, Soryu (Azure Dragon)!”
At this moment, a chilling voice echoed from the depths of the prison, resembling the cold wind that blows in the great desert night, accompanied by the sound of sand and gravel rubbing together.
“If you want a promotion, we can exchange the information we haven’t disclosed yet!”
“If you want to get rich, who here doesn’t have a few treasure locations!”
“What do you really want?!”
“Huh? There’s actually a resister!”
Rowen uttered a light exclamation and walked over to a group of shivering prisoners.
“Corrupt King Avalo Pizarro, do you have some opinions about me?”
This guy was different from the other prisoners. He didn’t wear a prison uniform but instead donned a long white and dark brown fur-mink coat, with a light purple necklace. Unlike the other prisoners, he wasn’t bound with iron chains; only his hands were cuffed, with a chain ball tied to his feet.
Seeing Rowen approaching, Pizarro fearlessly lifted his head and sneered.
“Yes, so what? Do you have the guts to make a move on me?!”
Try it and you’ll die!
Rowen wasn’t that foolish.
Considering the recent notification and Pizarro’s current treatment, even an idiot could figure out that this guy was a special prisoner, strictly prohibited by the World Government from being experimented on or interrogated.
Pizarro’s tough stance ignited the prisoners’ self-esteem. After a few seconds of silence, a loud commotion echoed through LV.6.
“Well said, Pizarro!”
“Long live the Corrupt King!”
“You little brat, go back and play someplace else. This isn’t where you should be!”
Every LV.6 prisoner was a Great Character in the Sea. Even if they were thrown into Eternal Hell, they had only lost their freedom.
However, Rowen’s arrival disrupted this tranquility, making them live in fear for the past month, almost driving these arrogant and wicked prisoners crazy.
Finally, someone stood up today to challenge the wicked Demon Warden. The prisoners just wanted to vent their suppressed emotions.
Two guards wanted to open fire to warn them, but the powerful Conqueror’s Haki struck them, making them foam at the mouth and faint on the spot.
Chaotic Conqueror’s Haki clashed in Eternal Hell, causing purple-black lightning bolts and exciting the prisoners even more.
Rowen calmly watched all this, suddenly grinning, “Are you sure you want to be the chicken that’s used to warn the monkeys, Pizarro!”
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